quietplacelogs | MOD LOG #1

Entry tags:

MOD LOG #1

MOD LOG #1
Packing Up
Content Warnings: General tension
Themes: Survival, exploration, heavy-lifting

At the end of the month, the natives send out a mass message informing everyone of the upcoming trip to 'meet' the Sound Eaters. Preparing for the trip is simple, though labor intensive, and begins with making certain that everyone packs food, water, clothes, gear, and a twenty-pound package of sand. When it's time for the journey to begin, those tasked with watching the sandpaths, will lead the party on the journey towards the Eiffel Tower. It's a slow trip, a careful one. Natives will take breaks every few hours and when the sun sets, help everyone to set up their bed rolls around a few lanterns. The natives will unveil the star mapping feature, with constellations named and general history attached, on the devices. They will encourage those to tell stories, get out food and water, and 'talk' amongst the group before everyone settles into sleep. Out, under the night sky, the silence is more noticeable - there are no crickets or frogs. This process will repeat for two days until the group reaches the end of their destination at midday.

Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Disorientation, confusion, character and native death, Sound Eater birth and death, body horror
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, death

On the third day, characters will finally reach the Eiffel Tower, where the Sound Eaters in this area of France have set up their 'home'. Stopping far enough out to allow for communication, the natives will gesture to the ruins of the structure that appears to be altered. Structures are built up and around the metal frame, closing off different sections with a dark material that glints an oily-green in the light. After explaining that the Sound Eaters are influenced by the weather, rain being an issue for them, they'll take everyone closer. Silence is key here. The natives are visibly wary, tense, and uncomfortable but they believe that showing the arrivals what they're so afraid of will inspire them to be more cautious.

Now, as close to the Sound Eaters as they dare to go (less than a half mile), the natives will have everyone crouch down behind various cars and debris. The devices will say only one word, watch. As the sun begins to set and clouds darken overhead, the tower will open up, the Sound Eaters spilling out. They are split up, as the natives refer to it, into classes - the young, the shifting and the matured. The young are extremely sensitive to sound, volatile and aggressive, humanesque in form with features in various state of change. The shifting are grotesque, splitting and reforming, changing from young to matured in a shift that is punctuated by pained screams and the breaking of bones, splitting of flesh. The matured are in control. They command and guide their kind into a circle, where they all bend down, kneeling as something different than the rest comes out of the tower to stand at the center. The wind catches, dusting up red ash from it and blowing the ash towards the group - there's no way to move and it tastes familiar, coats your skin in red. They all grow quiet and a wrapped form, in the shape of a body, is placed at the Sound Eaters' feet. It crumbles, breaks apart and sprays out over the wrapped figured to completely cover it.

The shards of the Sound Eater bubble up and fuse together, creating a shell. Rain begins to fall. Light, but enough to cause the Sound Eaters to begin to move, pushing against one another but not leaving the circle. There's a shrill sound, an offbeat whistle, air escaping a tight space, a desperate inhale, and then the shell at the center splits apart. A Sound Eater died to create a new life. Smaller than the other young, the 'child' climbs up and out, but it's not the same as the others. It's form is generally human. Dark hair, androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Standing, it angles its head towards the matured and they move, as if on command, and surround it as it walks into the tower.

( If anyone makes noise at this point, in any way, the coming bad weather and what just occurred, will result in the Sound Eaters only attacking that person - rather than the whole group. They'll drag that person into the tower and out of sight. The character will be reset. )

The natives are upset. Spooked. They've never seen anything like that and they're quick to tell everyone this, followed by a hasty message to leave. As they're moving, the rain begins to beat down and the ground grows slippery. Making it back to the supplies is troublesome and just as the group gets close, one of the natives slips and tumbles down broken concrete, twisting and smacking against the hard surface until they come to a stop at the bottom. Anyone that goes to help will find that the native has hurt themselves and there's nothing that can be done, despite best efforts. The natives will take the time to wrap their friend up, relaying that the Sound Eaters don't attack now that the rain is heavy, and will begin the slow trek back to the community. They'll camp each night, the same as the trip up, but with an uncomfortable tension that no amount of story telling can break.

It's Raining Me- Rain. It's Just Water.
Content Warnings: None
Themes: Survival, fun, noise-making

After everyone is back in Reims, the natives will split off to bury their dead - they will not allow anyone to accompany them. Everyone is encouraged to head back to the community to get a break from the bad weather and to unload their supplies. The following day, the natives can be heard outside. Splashing and making noise, fixing houses, and what might have been a somber event will quickly turn into something a little more upbeat as rain beats down on the city. Children will play and occasionally laugh, stunted in their ability to enjoy themselves but willing to learn from the arrivals. Bigger items will be moved and natives will encourage everyone to do the 'noisier' things that they need to do. When the rain ends, work will resume as usual and soundproofing will be a lot more difficult - the water washed away sandpaths and damaged some areas. Cleaning up will take time but the natives aren't as unhappy with the situation as they just had a moment's respite from the normal tension of their everyday lives.

OOC
From your mods:

Please be mindful of content - if something triggery comes up or if it goes up a rating to say, something sexy, mark your threads in the subject line. We're very flexible and allow any material; we just want our players to be respectful of each other. If you have questions, pp the mod account, use the faq or comment to the appropriate post below. Have fun! The OOC Plotting Post.

NAVIGATION

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[P[A]cking Up]

[A2 is going on the trip. This is more or less the moment she's been waiting for while she's been here, a chance to really get out and do what she was made for: Protecting humans. Beyond that, though, she has no problem helping people pack their own supplies, or even offer to carry them. She doesn't know who is all going, but if she sees someone with a sandbag and a set of gear, she moves in to offer assistance.

By this point, she may or may not already have a good hundred pounds of sand, but it doesn't stop her from putting it down and gesturing with her hands.]

Need help? I can carry that for you if you're going.

[[B]reak Time]

[The breaks come at regular intervals. It's almost maddening, for an android who is used to constantly being on the move. She gets it. Humans are significantly less durable than androids, and she doesn't hold it against them. She never would. Instead, any time they do take a break, A2 offers whatever assistance might be needed at the time. If someone looks a little dehydrated, she's there with some water. Or maybe some snacks are needed? She's your android.

Honestly, despite her scowl, she's almost like a fretting mother hen. It's a little rediculous.]

[[C]amping, sunset.]

[It's still beautiful, even if it's not the first time she's seen it since coming here. A2's gaze is trained at the sky, slowly shifting and chainging in hue, brighter blue fading into oranges and indigo hues.

And the stars...

This marks the first time during the trip that A2 is actually still. More than that, she's sitting, eyes directed towards the sky, arms stretched behind her.

For once, her scowl is gone. She looks... Not quiet peaceful, but contemplative, if anything.]

[[D]reams, Closed to Akira]

[You can really only hear it close up. Extremely close, the internal motors and fans of an android. It sounds... almost like a purring cat, almost. It's higher pitched and more even, but there is a telltale hum.

There is also a telltale human, sleeping on top of A2. She's trapped, unable to move, just as humans are trapped by cat on the lap. It'd happened sometime during the night, and though the sky is getting progressively lighter. One problem remains. When will this human wake up and free her from entrapment?]

[[E]xecution, closed to 2B & 9S]

[Sound eaters are horrifying. That much is true. And while A2 can surpress the urge to rush in and attack at first, when the rain starts, she can't hold back any longer. According to the natives, they can speak now, and A2 does freely, irritation and impatience lacing her tone as she hunts down the other two androids. She points at them.]

You two. I'm going back to the tower. [She doesn't know what she can do against those things, but she's going to try anyway. They're not too far out yet. She points at 9S in particular this time.] You're a scanner, so watch and get some data on it. See what you can figure out.

[[F]irst Return]

[The rain is already pouring down heavy when A2 wakes up from the reset room. Great to know that it does, indeed, also "fix" android deaths. The problem is, however, she can't walk in a straight line, and everything is a little blurry. Her balance sensors are off and she stumbles. Her optic systems are iffy at best, and she's squinting a lot as she moves.

It's hard not to hear the loud bang through the rain when A2 hits the ground with a resounding THUNK, an unnatural sound of metal hitting pavement.]

Peachy.

[Such an innocent sounding word has never come out sounding so pissed. But maybe it's better if A2 stays ass down on the cement for the moment, since walking is clearly not in her favour.]

[Goodness [G]racious, it's also a Wildcard!]

[At Camp and want to interact with A2 but none of the prompts to your liking? MAKE YER OWN. Or maybe you're smart and didn't go on the trip, well. A2 is back now, and she's grumpy as shit and soaking wet. And N A K E D. Thankfully she's an android and doesn't have reproductive bits, huh.]

Edited 2018-02-03 05:04 (UTC)

[2B frowns at the thought of being told to stay behind. She's not a Scanner, and A2 isn't her commanding officer.]

A2, allow me to join you.

[She doesn't have a weapon, but she's still a combat android, capable of shattering stone with her legs and fists. Just because she doesn't have a weapon doesn't mean she's defenceless.]

[9S' first reaction to being given orders from A2 is a sour look, evident even with the visor concealing his eyes. His second is when 2B asks to join, and he turns to her, worry bubbling up in his reactivated vocals.]

Wait, 2B! It's too dangerous, you can't...

[They were just reunited? The idea of her dying here... No. No, no no.]

We can't be sure the reset room will even work on us androids. They said it doesn't even consistently work on the humans.

[He gives A2 another look, aggravated at her for bringing it up, but also not about to squander an opportunity he'd been looking for.] Let's at least confirm A2's revival before we do anything. I don't know how much data I can get if they're going to slaughter her as fast as the natives say they are, but I can try.

[So, he'll just throw her to the wolves. It was her idea anyway.]

Edited 2018-02-03 17:57 (UTC)

[9S isn't wrong, and A2 doesn't even care that he's throwing her to the literal wolves in this case. It is her idea. It's her job as the older one to at least do something to help these idiot younger models out. Even if that means she'll die.

She's not afraid of it, honestly. And for once, she agrees with 9S.]

9S is right. There's no point in sending two combat units in when one should give the necessary data. Besides, someone still needs to protect them on the way back.

[And if she doesn't make it out... Well, she doesn't make it out. It'll definitely put the reset room to the test. To 9S:]

At the very least just see how they attack.

A2 | NieR: Automata

the real ending E?

no subject

no subject

B

no subject

no subject

F

no subject

no subject

B

no subject

no subject

D

no subject

no subject

F

no subject

no subject

G

no subject

no subject

C

no subject

no subject